Hello again and welcome to your favorite moth. I meant to say moth, but instead I said moth. Don't confuse the alligator with the salmon, they always say. Anyway, notice how little you know about cloud language. Literally nothing, because it's something that doesn't exist and hasn't existed since everything has existed. If you knew even a little about cloud language, you would be a liar, you liar. Liars don't get to vote in general elections for the Committee of Electing Someone Through Honest People, or CESTHP for short.
If I had three pretzels for every pretzel I ate, I would have a net gain of two pretzels every time I ate a pretzel. I would have an unlimited amount of pretzels. This is an extreme profit, or as the cool kids call it a "PLUTONIUM-CLOG." Such rascals. What the cool kids have to say is neither here nor there, but what I have to say is that having even close to infinity number of pretzels is about equivalent to having close to infinity number of happiness.
That said, cereal can't read. Do you want to know why? Do you want to know why cereal cannot read? Do you want to know the reasons behind why cereal, a once grand diplomat to South-Central Asia, does not have the ability to read? Do you want to know? Of course not. You're not in the Federal Bureau of Finding Out the Reasons Why Cereal Can't Read. Otherwise known as the FBFORWCCR.
They always say nice guys finish fourth. Well, what do they say about the guy that finishes fifteenth? I'll tell you what they say. They say that he is not far from being in sixteenth. And we all know what they say about the guy who comes sixteenth. That's right. He wears sweater vests. Just for reference, the guy who comes in thirty eighth is usually considered a communist. Thanks.
-Griffin
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